Ooh, friends. I wasted most of the morning writing a separate blog about grief but I just can’t publish it. It’s too much for a Monday morning. And, I don’t feel like I’m in the right headspace to give it the justice the piece deserves to make a meaningful impact.
The hope was to share and provide action. Example: I am deeply sad. Grief hits me almost every single day in the gut. I can cry at 11:30 p.m. or at 7 a.m. in the morning. What am I doing to fight through it? Combat it with gratitude.
Except it’s not true. I’d like to, but I don’t have the energy to do so. Instead I’m just flailing. My head is just above the surface but waves keep crashing over me and it doesn’t matter how hard I kick to stay afloat. And I hate it. I hate how sad I feel. I hate that this new reality is my reality. And I hate that I have no other choice but to deal with it.
I have moments of peace. They are fleeting. What I am trying to do is stick to routine. Keep going to the aerial gym to train on the same days. Showing up for my people on Saturday mornings. Taking an after lunch walk to reset. Submitting my manuscript once a week.
The lunch walk gets skipped depending on weather, never my mood.
And I did manage to submit to another agent last week. I shot my shot with the person who published the Spellshop. The writing and pacing of that book felt like a warm hug. A touch my manuscript could definitely use.
That’s all for now, folks. Thanks for reading. I hope something good happens to you this week.
k byeeeeee.










